Truth of the Soul
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: Also, this is likely going to be a very graphic fan fiction. This is also an AU which means that I'm taking some creative liberties about some things. I've got a pretty good idea of what the pairing will be, BUT, it will not involve yaoi. If you don't like it, scram. And this is supposed to be short. I want to see what I can generate with just this.
Prologue
The boy ran through the streets, terror in his young eyes. A hunt was beginning. This night would prove especially difficult. The hunt had started with the burning of his apartment. His home, his happy place, his fortress of solitude. Destroyed. He had barely made it out alive. They had started torching in the middle of the night. He had still been asleep when he woke to the flames. He had just made it out the window when a kunai had taken flight, creating a large gash on his arm. Stumbling, he ran with tears in his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding.
"Why were they being so cruel today?", was the question that was racing through the boy's mind, just as he raced through the streets of the village. Already he knew the reason. He would turn seven tomorrow. The compulsory age to begin at the Academy. Surely they could not have a demon in the vicinity of their precious children. Everyone knew however, that should he live, he would go. That was that Hokage's rule. Education was compulsory without a note from a legal parent or guardian. And the boy had neither. Which was why they had to kill him that night.
The boy had once heard that before you die, your life flashed before your eyes. And it was true. And it brought tears to his eyes. He had lead such a shitty life. He had tried so hard. It just never made a difference. Maybe he should die. It would be the last of his sad memories. He would finally be able to sleep peacefully. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. People would be happier without him around. Maybe some would be sad. Not too many. He might be missed as a source of revenue at Ichiraku Ramen. He didn't have any friends. And it seemed that he would not be allowed to make any either.
With these thoughts came an end to movement. His motor skills just stopped. He had stopped just a few feet from a dumpster. He looked at it and a thought came unbidden to his mind. Trash belongs in a dumpster. The boy thought to himself. He walked to it and opened the lid. He shed a few tears as he slowly crawled inside and closed the lid. They would come soon. They would come and kill him and leave him in the trash and the dark. There would be no one to mourn his death, even if someone reported it. He would probably end up in some godforsaken landfill, never to be found. What a fitting end to a terrible life.
His thoughts came to an end as the door lid was lifted up. They had followed his trail to the end. A pair of cold eyes stared out at him. The image was seared into his mind, for however long he would be able to remember them. White eyes, pure as newly fallen snow. The being radiated so much hate, it was unfathomable. He could never imagine so much hate in any being with such pure eyes. Then he heard it. The telltale sound of a blade being removed from the scabbard. The voice spoke, freezing the blood in his veins, "Now you die." He saw the katana rise into the air. Then the boy closed his eyes. He would not see his own death.